The distraught male interspersed his expressions of distress with entreaties to stop, while the caning inexorably continued. At the end, he was weepi...g copiously, not from rage, not from helplessness, but from the fiery pain of the caning. Anna spoke to him. “She doesn’t stop when you want her to. She stops when I want her to. It is no lie, when you boom through your neighborhood at night, your victims feel the same way you did. They are saying, ‘no, not again,’. ‘YAGHHH’ I screamed in agony, but the warden seemed not to notice and swung her whip again, this time dead on target. My swollen pubic lips were already sore from the first lash of the whip and the second blow hurt even more. ‘NOOOOO,’ I screamed and yanked against my bonds with all my might. Tears rolled down my face and perhaps my hips wriggled a little, but I couldn’t break free or avoid the tresses of the warden’s whip. SWISH! THWACK! SWISH! THWACK! SWISH! THWACK! The warden’s arm never. Ab dad ne aunty ke dono tango ko khud pakad liya aur jayada niche daba diya jis se uski chu aur upar utah gayi.Kya mast nazara tha, raman bhi bahi khada tha sayad use us ki mummy par daya aa rahi thi.Jo ki dad ke jaal me kabutari ki tarah phanshi hui thi.Lakin dad khus the kyo ki unko aisi mast chut bhut dino ke baad mili thi. Ab aunty ke do pairo ko chora ka pakad kar dad ne use duhari kar rakha tha. Thodi der baad dad dhakke lagane lage. Jaise hi dad dhakka lagate sath me aunty ke pairo ko. . so natural.My cock softens so that the head drops out of the grasp of my wife'stight clinging cunt and thuds against my stomach. It is oiled withour fluids, gleaming in the light of the fire that burns next to us.Nina's rhythmic motion is so subtle now I can only discern it fromthe contractions of her shoulders, I cannot detect the small rise andfall of her body. She still straddles me, and beneath the cleft ofher buttocks I can see the stringy droplets resulting from ourfriction spilling.